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Minor rant in -- 5-4-3-2-1....
As a rule people with positive attitudes don't bother me. I know more people that are on the gloomy side, their litany of pain and doom is soul crushing and I usually run as far from them as possible. I have been called cold-hearted, unfeeling, and soulless. Yeah, why don't you tell me how you really feel... Perhaps I lack the proper communication skills, but when your interaction with me consists of nothing more than a recitation of your latest physical ailment followed by your disbelief at how heartless other people are, well--what the fuck am I suppose to say?
I mean, I nod my head and listen carefully. I know this because otherwise I wouldn't be aware of the fact that you are responsible for your own chaos and that after twenty years you are still blaming everyone else. So pardon me 'Victim' but get a freaking grip, and until you do leave me out of your self-centered drama. Cold-hearted indeed.
But this is a post about the converse of the above, those people that have made it their mission to teach me how to truly appreciate the awesomeness of life. I'm not talking about folks that I have shared personal information with and sought their opinions or guidance. I'm talking about those people that have assumed the role of 'happiness guru' and believe that we all love hearing their cheerful antidotes and homilies. These people are convinced that the rest of us are just not seeing the beauty of life. That we're all self absorbed, and we've become bogged down in the superficial aspects of life. They instruct us to 'embrace life' to 'wake up to the beauty of the sun-rise' and take a moment to 'smell the roses'. Oh, overused platitudes how I love thee.
So, just a note to those that believe that I have not truly embraced life and am in dire need of their up-lifting bullshit. I'm a realist. That means that I appreciate hard facts, what my own experiences have taught me and what I have found makes my life work for me. It means that if Bill doesn't remember our wedding anniversary I could honestly give a shit. It means that I don't need him to send flowers on Valentines Day or give me jewelry 'just because'. It means that I prefer that he treat me with respect and honesty everyday and wouldn't trade that for one contrived date on the calendar. It also means that I get teary eyed at the thought of how much I adore my life, my daughters and being a partner to a good man. I like sunsets just fine, I also feel a heart stopping amount of awe when contemplating mountains, the ocean and nature in general. It means that yes, I do find that the Internet can be a cesspool of every perversion of the human spirit possible. It is also a place where I found amazing art, music and humor.
So, if you have found your life a wonder and are in a contracted state of bliss I applaud you. Really. And rest assured that if I every need that perky bit of sunshine you call a personality I know where to find you.
As a rule people with positive attitudes don't bother me. I know more people that are on the gloomy side, their litany of pain and doom is soul crushing and I usually run as far from them as possible. I have been called cold-hearted, unfeeling, and soulless. Yeah, why don't you tell me how you really feel... Perhaps I lack the proper communication skills, but when your interaction with me consists of nothing more than a recitation of your latest physical ailment followed by your disbelief at how heartless other people are, well--what the fuck am I suppose to say?
I mean, I nod my head and listen carefully. I know this because otherwise I wouldn't be aware of the fact that you are responsible for your own chaos and that after twenty years you are still blaming everyone else. So pardon me 'Victim' but get a freaking grip, and until you do leave me out of your self-centered drama. Cold-hearted indeed.
But this is a post about the converse of the above, those people that have made it their mission to teach me how to truly appreciate the awesomeness of life. I'm not talking about folks that I have shared personal information with and sought their opinions or guidance. I'm talking about those people that have assumed the role of 'happiness guru' and believe that we all love hearing their cheerful antidotes and homilies. These people are convinced that the rest of us are just not seeing the beauty of life. That we're all self absorbed, and we've become bogged down in the superficial aspects of life. They instruct us to 'embrace life' to 'wake up to the beauty of the sun-rise' and take a moment to 'smell the roses'. Oh, overused platitudes how I love thee.
So, just a note to those that believe that I have not truly embraced life and am in dire need of their up-lifting bullshit. I'm a realist. That means that I appreciate hard facts, what my own experiences have taught me and what I have found makes my life work for me. It means that if Bill doesn't remember our wedding anniversary I could honestly give a shit. It means that I don't need him to send flowers on Valentines Day or give me jewelry 'just because'. It means that I prefer that he treat me with respect and honesty everyday and wouldn't trade that for one contrived date on the calendar. It also means that I get teary eyed at the thought of how much I adore my life, my daughters and being a partner to a good man. I like sunsets just fine, I also feel a heart stopping amount of awe when contemplating mountains, the ocean and nature in general. It means that yes, I do find that the Internet can be a cesspool of every perversion of the human spirit possible. It is also a place where I found amazing art, music and humor.
So, if you have found your life a wonder and are in a contracted state of bliss I applaud you. Really. And rest assured that if I every need that perky bit of sunshine you call a personality I know where to find you.